Mine is. I am teaing the walls down myself, leting all the bits flow out and watching them like a line. I am feeling now like a predator, stalking down the source of its own thoughts, claiming absolution to every finding, and I don't care what it is, having the knowledge I always hold. What knowledge? I was dead before I was alive and I will be dead again. Nothingness to nothingness. Absolution form moment to moment, a world, teeming with the lies of forgotten dissolution and the realization that my every thought has been expressed simply in order to end the jumble of sickness every mortal being faces. Smile. Hehehehe.
I would like a ten page essay on your findings, please, but burn it immediately after completion: and never actually do it, ok?